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  1. (jeremy is a nineth grader and comes into his parent room and ask if they can change his pants.) mom, dad can i have my pants changed please
  2. hi there am a 20 year old male looking for a female with the same interest would love to talk and maybe meet one sometime?:)
  3. Hi this is my first try at a story and English isn't my first language so bear with me Part 1 So not how he thought his first month of college would go. Almost 18 Tee just moved away from his parents to start Uni far away from home. Sitting anxiously on his new flats sofa waiting for his dad to return his mind started to drift back to his childhood memories. He has always been the perfect kid. Smart polite quiet top of his class loved by his teachers and peers. Every parents dream - well almost... 2 problems remained almost constant in his life or was it actually 1 ? Seemed like no matter how much he tried somehow having a healthy bowel regimen didn't seem to work for him. And neither did staying dry at night 365 nights a year. He was the eldest of 3 children his parents were well off as his father Chris was a quite successful singer, which also meant him being away from home for weeks at a time for work. His mom Patty worked mostly from home with 3 children at different ages was the most logical thing to do. He couldn't remember if there was ever a time in his life longer than a few months where he had no troubles with either wetting his bed or having regular bowel movements or more commonly both. He remembered as a toddler numerous suppositories given by his mom, who always seemed less patient with him than his dad. But most ordinary days only his mom was there to notice him hiding trying to avoid the urge to go potty. Things didn't get better as he grew older. As his mom had his siblings she seemed to have lesser and lesser patience to deal with her eldest and probably most anxious child's issues . He was seen by numerous doctors who either offered only temporary solutions or just said he will grow out of it. Now he started to wonder if he ever will. He thought back to the family summer vacation when he was 12 or 13. His dad been away for a few weeks when his wetting started up again . His sister was just being potty trained and he remembered his mom muttering under her breath that she once again got 2 kids in diapers at night but maybe by the end of the summer it would only be 1. Him. As rules went, his problems were only known by his parents and most rules were made by his mom since she was the 1 home most of the time. When he was little the rules were getting diapered ( either by mom or dad ) and not being allowed to take off the diaper without 1 of them. As he grew older his dad bought goodnites for him which made his life so much easier. He still had a rubber sheet to protect the bed but now he could change his own pullup and didn't require his parents to change him. Normally there were no punishments for wetting his bed. He was allowed to sleep without a pullup if he was dry for 4 nights in a row. If he wet the bed he was required to take off his sheets pjs and put them in the laundry, letting his mom know what happened during the night. Usually after a few wet sheets he had to start wearing the pull-ups again. That summer however he decided to try to hide the fact that he was having nighttime accidents again. It turned out to be a big mistake. His mom found out as of course she did what mom wouldn't . Though until that day when he came home to find his mom in the middle of the living room waiting for him he never got punished for wetting his bed.
  4. “Okay Aisling, it’s your turn. Tell us a little bit about yourself.” “Ahem” I cleared my throat to buy a little time, I wasn’t expecting to have to talk so soon into the meeting. Well…Geronimo! “Hi! My name is Aisling, my friends call me Ais. I am 27 years old. This is my first support group meeting. Like you all I am incontinent, so, also like you all I wear diapers to manage my condition. I am not from around here, if you can’t already tell by my accent. Uhhh…Yeah…I like sappy movies, country music, and whiskey.” I wrap up my little introductory spiel, and look to the girl sitting next me, she does not speak next. I guess she is a veteran. I hear the leader speak, and the rest of the group echo back his words. “Thank-you for sharing, Aisling.” The group moves along to the other new members, I pay attention but just as quickly as I hear the names of the people they are gone. Us Irelanders my have the gift of the gab, but this one has an added talent. The gift of the bullshit. I can avoid using someone’s name in any conversation. I will know their face, but their name will escape me. It is a double-edged sword. Anyhow like you heard: My name is Aisling, I am 27, and I am incontinent. What I didn’t tell the group is that I chose to be this way. I chose to wear and use diapers. Ever since I was little I have been attracted to diapers. This is my story: I first really remember wanting to wear diapers again at age 9. I mean let’s face it, who among us really remember their formative years. You might get the occasional glimpse of a memory from your younger years, but for all intents and purposes you are remembering the stories people have told you about you. You don’t really remember your young childhood. I remember it was rainy, I was watching the T.V. I don’t recall what. What I do recall is that a commercial came on for adult incontinence pants. I was transfixed. They made diapers for grown-ups!? Where, when, how can I get my hands on these. Like I said, I was hooked. It was all I thought about. I mean I was still functioning, I went to school, did my class-work, played with my friends, went to church, etc. ad nauseum. It was always there though, in the back of my mind. I dreamt about it, thought about. I almost asked about it once, but my Mum was busy and I lost my nerve. Fast forward until I was 12 years old. I have been thinking about diapers more and more often. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. I had to know. I schemed, and plotted. Eventually I came up with a foolproof plan. I would simply start wetting the bed again, eventually I would get what I wanted. Out of sheer necessity I would get diapers again. So, I began. At first it was really hard. Have you ever tried peeing laying down, it is tough! But I persevered, I would leak a bit into my jammies and then bolt as loudly as I could to the loo. Hopefully waking my Mum in the process. It took two weeks of that until she noticed. “Ais? Can you come here for a moment, I need to ask you something?” I was watching T.V. this had better be good. I came around the corner and saw her holding a pair of my pyjamas. THIS WAS IT! The crucial moment, the fulcrum. It all came down to how I handled myself right now. I started walking over to her, she was holding my jammies in front of her. “Yes Mum?” “Sweetie-pie, I was just going through your clothes and I noticed that all your pj’s smell like pee. Is there something you want to tell me?” I started to fidget and I looked at my feet. This was more for me than her, I was nervous as heck. “Yes” I said this very quietly. “What is it baby” “Mummy…” I broke down into tears. And I buried my face into her stomach, and gave her a hug. This had the added effect of buying me time as well as catching her totally off-guard. I am not a huggy person. “Ohmygoodness, sweetie! What is it?” “Sniff. I have been having accidents Mum.” “What do you mean?” There was no scolding in her voice, just concern. She was buying it. “When I am sleeping. I keep having these weird scary dreams, I wake up and I really, really hafta go to the loo. I don’t always make it though. Sometimes it has already started before I am up.” “Oh?” She replied. “Anything else?” “No” Once again I said this really quietly. “Okay then sugar, if this keeps up though I am going to take you to a doctor, it is not normal for girls your age to start wetting the bed again.” Not normal? Give me a break, Mum. I just want to wear diapers. If it was not normal, do you think that there would be T.V. commercials for it? “Okay Mum. Can I go back to the T.V. now?” “Yes, you CAN go back.” Opps, it has always been one of her pet-peeves. The difference between “Can I” and “May I”. I rephrase. “May I go back to the T.V.?” “Yes you may honey. Thank you for being honest with me, I know that it is hard to talk about things like this. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” “Okay Mum, thanks!” I went back to the T.V. I thought to myself, “That did not go as planned, where are my diapers?” I guess that this is going to be the long-con. Time to get to work. I kept up the partial wettings sporadically at night, keeping myself awake and then peeing a little and going back to sleep. And another week passed of me not sleeping all the way though the night. I heard her voice again. “Ais? Can you come here for a moment?” Round two, I think to myself. “Mum I am doing my maths, can it wait until I am done?” “No, it can’t.” “Coming then!” I shout back. I go into the living room where she is once again holding my pj’s “Ais, these still smell like pee, are you still having accidents?” “Yes. But if I don’t go to sleep I don’t pee the bed, so it’s okay Mum, we don’t need to see a doctor.” “You mean to tell me that you have been not sleeping at night so you wouldn’t pee?” “Yes Mum. Sometimes I make it, but sometimes I don’t then I wake up wet.” “Honey! That’s not healthy for you! You should have told me you were still having issues.” “Sorry.” “It’s not your fault baby, stay right there I am going to phone the doctor, we are going to get this sorted out.” So, I waited, the doctor, bugger. How am I going to fool him? She returned a couple of minutes later, and sat down next to me. “Okay. I phoned the doctor to make an appointment. The soonest he can see you is in two weeks. In the meantime, so you can get some sleep, he recommended that you wear ‘protection’ to bed. Do you know what he means?” Of course, I did, I was not an idiot. The commercials on T.V. had said that they ‘protect’ you from any embarrassing leaks. She was talking about DIAPERS! I had to play dumb though. So, I shook my head “No”. “Well Ais, what he said to me is that it is not uncommon for people your age to wet the bed, so there are special products you can wear that are just like underwear that keep you from wetting the bed. Let’s go to the store okay?” “Okay Mum, but first can I finish my maths, I am almost done.” “Sure, thing kiddo.” I finished my homework, and we were off to the store. We walked down the holy of holies. The diaper aisle. I was in heaven. I always avoided this place when we shopped together, for fear of staring. Now we were here! Mum pushed the trolley and I followed behind her, staring at the shelves. “Mum?” “Yes dear?” “Why are we in the diaper aisle? I am going to be wearing diapers?” I tried the hide the excitement in my voice. By masking it with uncertainty. I think I succeeded. “No Ais, not diapers. Protection, for big kids. Not diapers.” She really stressed that they were not diapers, if not diapers what were we getting then? “Ahhh, here they are. I think you are a size “L”. Lets get one pack and see how it goes okay?” “Okay Mum.” We finished the rest of our shopping, and went to the checkout. The clerk who scanned us up gave no sign that the ‘protection’ was anything unusual. Maybe it was common. I would hate to be common! We got home and put away all of the groceries, except for one. My new ‘protection’. I was so excited to try them on, but I couldn’t let on to it. She had to tell me. The day progressed, we ate dinner, she did the washing-up. I helped. Bath time was next. Bedtime was approaching fast. Finally! The magic hour had arrived. “Ais, lets get you into this thing and off to bed okay, I bet you are really tired.” “Yeah, I am Mum.” “Okay, start by taking off your towel.” I did that, heart pounding through my chest, in excitement. I saw her open up the bag, and take out a pink object. “Can you come over to me hon? I need you to step into these for me.” I walked over to her, and raised my left leg and put it in the hole, then my right. She started pulling them up my legs. These weren’t diapers! They were pull-ups! I felt ridiculously cheated. I could not let my disappointment show. She finished pulling them into place. Satisfied with her work she got my pj bottoms out and had me step into them, covering this thing. This non-diaper imposter around my waist. “Okay, you are set for bed. Sleep well honey.” “I will Mum.” Little did she know I would not. A week went by with me wetting the ‘protection’ nightly. I was getting pretty good at this now. I could pee laying down and without having to concentrate so hard at it. I would also say a mantra in my head before falling asleep: “It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed…”. By the middle of the second week I was wetting through the ‘protection’. Mum said they were called Drynites. They were anything but for me. I was wetting through them and once again my pj’s smelled like pee. I told her I was leaking, and getting wet at night. She had no good answer and told me as much. Finally, the day came to see the Doctor. I loaded up into the car and we were off. We got to the offices and I had a seat in the waiting room, while Mum checked us in. it wasn’t long and we were shown into the exam room. The Doctor appeared, make the introductions, and got down to business. “So Aisling, what a pretty name, I hear you have been having accidents at night care to tell me about it?” So I did, I told him the fib I told my Mum. Mum confirmed my story and said although we were following his advice I was leaking through the Drynites and was still waking up in a wet bed. The Doctor looked puzzled, but not worried. He explained that: “With the onset of puberty some girls can develop ‘nocturnal enuresis’, commonly referred to as bedwetting. Generally, it sorts itself out in due course. I would like to run some tests though to exclude any infections and such, but I am not too concerned at this point. To that end, Aisling, if you would be a dear and urinate into this cup in the bathroom over there.” I did and when I re-entered the exam room things were just as they were before. “But” he continued “The fact that she is wetting though the Drynites is cause for concern. Not medical concern, just concern for her general wellbeing. I would suggest a more absorbent product, geared towards heavier wetting episodes.” My Mum looked worried and confused. “What do you mean Doctor?” “Ms. O’Byrne, I am simply referring to a more specialized product, not found in grocery stores, but rather at medical supply stores and the like. I can recommend a good one not too far from here.” My Mum looked aghast she knew what he meant. And I knew what they were talking about, and I was excited about it. I had to hold it in though. Must not look happy. “Are you sure Doctor? D-I-A-P-E-R-S? For a girl, her age?” “Ma’am, it is my considered opinion that your daughter Aisling would benefit from greater protection at night. This is the only way to ensure that that happens.” He then looked and spoke to me. “Aisling? Are you sleeping well at night?” I shook my head “No” That was true. But only because I was staying awake to wet. “Are you tired at school and at home?” “Yes.” I said that very quietly. Truth be known I was very tired. “That settles it then. Your daughter is not getting enough rest at night, this is a solution that will help with that. Kids need sleep. End of story in my books. If you want what is best for her health and wellbeing it should be the end of story in yours too.” My Mum, still didn’t look happy about it. Diapers for a 12-year-old? The Doctor sensing my Mums conflict asked me to step outside for a moment so he could have a private chat with her. I don’t know what they said, but when my Mum exited the room she thanked the Doctor and we were on our way. We got back to the car and headed out. But not home. I suspected where we were going, but I wasn’t sure. We arrived at a non-descript building, with lots of handicapped parking spaces. Mum got out of the car. I followed. We entered the store, and Mum made a bee-line for the service desk. The clerk looked up and asked: “What can I do for you today Ms.?” My Mum replied, “I was recommended your store by Dr. Danielson, I am looking for some…” She dug around in her handbag for the note. “Youth incontinence briefs, size small, poly backed.” She read that ad verbatim from the note. “Okay, that is no problem at all, do you know what brand you would like?” My Mum looked flabbergasted, there was more than one? I however was in heaven. There was more than one! “Um…whichever is the most absorbent.” “Sure thing, that would be these right here, they are a new item from BetterDry. Specially sized and designed for youth. May I presume that the youth in question is you young lady?” She asked while looking at me. I looked at the floor, continuing the charade. “Yes” “Well these are going to be perfect for you, now you can go about your day and not have to worry about leaks! May I recommend some PVC overcovers for added security? They really help keep in odours so others won’t know what you have done in your diaper. That’s a secret between you, your diaper, and your Mum. Aren’t you lucky to be getting these?” He finished that little speech of his with an exaggerated wink. I felt I had to play the part here. Therefore, I shouted: “They are ONLY for nighttime! I am fine during the day!” The clerk looked abashed. “Sorry there little miss. I just made an assumption.” My Mum was shocked. She paid for the diapers and we were off home again. When we got into the car, she broke down into a fit of laughter. I looked at her strangely. After she was done, she reached over and gave me a big hug, and said, “That was the cutest thing I thing I have ever seen! You were so mad! And rightly so. This is a private matter, what we need them for is none of her business. Even so though, so, so cute.” We drove home, got pizza, and soon enough it was time for bed. Mum approached me, bag in hand. “Sweetie, it is time to get ready. Can you help me?” “Sure Mum, what do you need?” “I need you to get undressed for me and lie down on this towel, okay?” “Okay, but why do I need to lay down, aren’t these step in and pull up like the other ones?” “No sweetie, they are a little more complicated than that. If you would like I can explain all the steps while I do them. Would you like that?” “Yes please.” If only she knew how much. “Then lay down over here please, and let me get started.” I did as she asked and lay down. Once again, my heart was pumping through my chest, finally diapers! “The first thing I am going to do is unfold the brief. Next I need you to raise your bum off the towel.” I did, and she slipped the first of many diapers under me. “You can lower again.” I dropped my bum and felt I the diaper. It felt wonderful, soft and warm. It felt right. “Next I am going to use this cream to protect your skin against wetness. It is going to feel weird , but I need to get it in the right places.” She creamed me, it smelled good, and felt good. “After that I am going to take this powder and sprinkle a little bit all over you. It helps keep wetness away from your skin. Like the cream.” I felt a cooling sensation, and I smelled a smell I immediately loved. A smell I still love. “Now it is time for me to do up the brief.” I felt the front get pulled tightly up against me and rest on my stomach. “Then the tapes. They have to be tight or else you will leak, and this whole thing will be a waste of effort. Tell me if it feels okay, okay?” “I will Mum.” I heard a gentle ripping noise, and felt the bottom left get tighter, then the bottom right. After that I felt the top left get pulled tight. Finally, the top right. “Everything done. I am surprised how easy that was, I thought I would have lost the knack of it, but it came right back. How does it feel?” I sat up and examined the white bundle between my legs. I shuffled, and squirmed. As I did the diaper made rather loud crinkling noises. I did not expect that. Nor did I expect the feeling of fullness between my legs. It felt nice. It felt safe. It was right. I told her as much. “It feels okay Mum. Kinda thick”. I got up and went for a test waddle/walk. “I feel like a duck.” I was not altogether unhappy about that. I loved this. She smiled at me. “It has to be thick Ais, or else where is all the pee going to go? The Drynites were for small accidents. This is for bigger ones. That is the only difference. Now off to bed with you.” “Yes Mum.” I crinkled and waddled my way to my bedroom. I closed the door, and lay down on my bed. I smiled the biggest smile, I think I have ever smiled. Finally! I got diapers. I said my mantra in my head: “It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed. It’s okay to wet your bed…”. I drifted off to sleep with those thoughts. I only woke up once briefly, and it was to pee. I did, and I went back to sleep. I got up in the morning, and a felt a ponderous weight around my waist. Then I remembered, I was wearing a diaper. I looked at it, it was yellowed and discoloured. I looked at my bed. Dry! Now to keep the diapers. I went down the hall into the kitchen, my Mum was already up. She was worshipping her coffee cup. She perked up when she saw me, and asked. “So, how was the night?” I felt I really had to sell the diapers at this point. So, I did. “It. Was. Great! I slept all the way through, no wetness. I think I am dry even!” I knew I was not, but I couldn’t let her know that. “Really? You’re dry? Let’s have a look.” She walked over to me and poked at the back of my diaper. “Ais, you are not dry. You are very wet. But the bed is dry?” “Yeah, I know.” “What do you mean you know?” So I explained, “When I woke up the diaper felt different, I figured I wet last night. But the bed is dry. And I slept. I love this, I am not tired, I don’t smell. In my books this is okay.” My Mum looked so sad. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad Ais? If you are this happy to having slept, how long has this been happening. Really?” I lied. “About three months now.” She was shocked. “How did you keep this hidden for so long?” So, I explained again. “I would wait until you had wash on, then I would sneak my jammies out of their hiding spot and put them in. You never noticed that you were doing the extra wash. And I made sure to keep switching out jammies so you wouldn’t get suspicious.” She was still shocked. “You are a very smart little girl. I think you deserve a special breakfast, how about waffles?” “Yes please!” While we ate, I wet again, not much, but enough to know that I liked it. The diaper, MY diaper absorbed it all, with Mum being non-the-wiser. I knew what I had to do next. The week progressed as usual, save for the fact that I was getting diapered nightly. But I suppose that was usual, so nothing exciting happened. The test came back negative for any infections. Which was a relief to Mum, it confirmed in her mind the Doctors hypothesis. This was only temporary. The weeks turned to months, turned years. I was now 15 years old, the single packages of diapers picked up on the fly became a standing order of cases. I went to school, I did well. I did not go to any sleepovers. I was now wetting the bed in earnest, and I could not have been happier. It was time for phase two. I opened the door to the house and bolted into the lav. Mum hearing the commotion came running. She knocked. “You okay in there?” I replied, in tears. “No” “Ais. What’s wrong!?” “Go Away!” “Ais!?” “Go Away!” “Aisling Maeve O’Byrne! If you don’t tell me what’s wrong I am coming in there, and you are going to have some serious explaining to do young lady!” “I pooed my knickers Mum!” I was hysterical, it was a well practiced cry. “Come again?” “I. Pooed. In. My. Knickers!!” “Oh…well then, how about opening the door and we take a look at the damage? Okay?” “Sure, just don’t laugh. All the kids on the bus laughed at me.” Actually, that part was true. I had to spread the seed of it. Teenagers love telling others, and teachers listen to those tales, and report them to back to parents. I opened the door and Mum saw the wetness down my legs and the smell coming off of me, the look of compassion she gave me almost made me want to tell her the truth. But only almost. “Oh, no. Baby. I am so sorry that you had to go through that. Come here.” She wrapped me up in a tight hug. I am not a huggy person, but even I wanted one after embarrassing myself intentionally to my peers. “Mum” My voice was muffled by her body. She released her hug, and held me at arms length. “Yes?” I looked at the ground. “This isn’t the first time.” That’s all I had to say. I watched her mind drop into high gear. Filling in the rest of the blanks. “Yeah…I have been wearing my Drynites to school. I started to wet myself a little bit during P.E. Then it got worse sneezing, laughing, coughing all made me leak. Until I couldn’t control it at all. I was wearing the Drynites so you wouldn’t have to worry about me. I have been buying them for a couple of months now” “Honey. I am your Mum. It is my job to worry about you. How long has this been happening?” “The leaking has been going on for about a year now. This is not the first time I have pooed either.” “What!?” “Yeah. It is just that this is the first time it has happened so badly. Normally it is just a little bit, I just lower the pull-up and grab it with some paper.” “I am taking you to the Doctor. Right now! No. Not right now. Let’s get you cleaned up first.” “Can you take my clothes. I need a shower.” “Sure thing Ais, whatever you need.” I stripped off my shirt and jeans. To reveal the very well used Drynite beneath. I blushed. It was an unconscious, if useful reaction. I handed Mum my clothes, and she handed me a bin bag. I figured it was for the soiled Drynite. I closed the door to the loo. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I asked myself. “Self, is this worth it?” I answered “Yes”. I pulled off the soiled pull-up and placed in the bin bag, and left that by the door. I hopped in the shower and proceeded to clean myself. Paying particular attention to the area I would forevermore refer to as my diaper area. Getting out of the shower I toweled myself dry. I grabbed the bin bag as I left the loo. I placed the bag on the floor by the door and headed upstairs to get dressed. Mum met me on my way up the stairs. “Feeling better then?” “Yes. Much. I am just on my way to get dressed and we can go. Does that sound good to you?” “Sounds fine pumpkin. One thing, seeing as you have been leaking during the day too. Don’t you think it wise that you took the precaution and wore one of your night diapers to the doctor. As a just in case measure?” My heart did a flip, and stopped beating for a moment. When it started again I answered. “Actually Mum, I was going to suggest the same thing. It will be so nice not having to worry about leaking for a change.” I am rather excited about this prospect. Day diapers! She looked at me with pity, and said: “I am glad we are on the same page Ais. I would have hated to make the suggestion only for you to fight me on it.” I smiled at her and thought, “If only you knew.” I went to my room and got my supplies together. I am still changing on the floor, at least I have a dedicated mat for it. If all things go to plan I will get a proper changing table sooner rather than not. I diapered myself and put on leggings and a skirt. Being in a proper diaper in the daytime. I finally felt whole, I finally felt like me. Normally I don’t really walk around in diapers, it is a quick tape up and into bed. But since I am wearing a diaper out I wanted to see how it felt. I waddle/walked in a circle in my room. Just like I thought, crinkling all the way. How lovely. I went down the stairs and met Mum. We got into the car and went to the Doctor. She explained that although we did not have an appointment, any time the Doctor could spare us was needed. We were told to wait. It was a long wait. I wet myself twice during the time. Nobody save me knew. Finally, we were told that he could see us. We went into the exam room. The Doctor entered. “So…” He looked at the chart “Aisling, I hear you have been having daytime control issues as well as continued nocturnal issues. Care to elaborate?” I told him everything I had practiced in my mind. Some were lies, others only half-truths. Regardless he was starting to look concerned. He said as much. “This is highly unusual. I am going to recommend a battery of tests. Also, I think you should see a Urologist and a Proctologist to rule out any structural abnormities. Furthermore, this is probably not the greatest thing for a teenager to be dealing with, therefore, I am prescribing that you see a Psychiatrist until a conclusion is reached regarding your specific concerns. Sound good?” He really didn’t give us much choice, I agreed. So, did Mum. He continued. “Until this is all sorted, what measures have you taken to mitigate the problem?” I answered: “Well Doc. I have been wearing my old Drynites to school, but they are no longer cutting it. I am barely able to tell when I am going anymore. Also they don’t really contain my messy accidents all that well. Why? Do you have a suggestion?” Mum’s head snapped in my direction. I didn’t tell her that lie, the lie about how often I was messing. I needed another party present before I could trot that one out. “As a matter of fact, I do. You wear adult briefs to bed correct?” “I do” “Excellent! Then it will be a simple matter to transfer your strictly nocturnal undergarment to fulltime wear.” I was ecstatic! Here was a doctor telling me to wear diapers during the day. Everything was falling into place. My Mum piped up at this point. “In fact, Doctor, she is wearing one right now.” “Is she indeed, do you mind if I take a look?” This question was asked to both me and my Mum. We both shook our heads: “No, I don’t mind”. “No time like the present then. May I?” “Sure thing” I hopped off the exam table, and started to lower my leggings. After that I started to raise my skirt, it was the moment of truth. The doctor saw that I was wet. Mum did too. She asked the question first. “Ais? Did you know you were wet?” The Doctor nodded confirming the question. His pen poised to take notes. I answered: “Uhhhh… what are you talking about. I haven’t peed yet.” They both shot me looks of pity. “Actually Miss O’Byrne, that brief has indeed been wet. More than once if I am any gauge.” My Mum nodded her confirmation, I could see her sadness. All I could say is “Oh.” I tentatively touched the front of my diaper, and feeling the squishiness I racked a sob. My Mum swooped in and gave me another hug, she said. “Shh…shhh…It’s gong to be okay dear…shhhh.” I stopped crying, but my eyes were still watering. The doctor saw all of this and took notes. He started to talk again. “Welllll… seeing as there is nothing I can do here. I have made my suggestions and recommendations. All I can say is that you act quick, this looks to be rather serious.” I nodded my ascent. I pulled my leggings up and put my skirt down. Concealing my diaper. We left the office rather quietly, save for my gentle crinkling. What could be said by anybody? On the drive home, I felt the need to pee. So, I peed. It felt good. It felt right. It felt normal. We got home, and I said to Mum. “I am going to bed, g’night Mum.” “Goodnight baby, sleep well.” I waddled up the stairs to my room. Closing the door, I laid down on the changing mat, and proceeded to ball. Not out of sadness, but out of regret. Regret for having to deceive my Mum. To deceive in order to achieve. After crying myself out, I changed my diaper. Got into bed and fell asleep. Of course, I wet myself. I was after all a bedwetter. I woke up in the morning to a wet diaper, nothing new there. The only new thing is that instead of knickers I got to put on another diaper. What a great feeling! I re-diapered myself and started to get dressed for the day. My trousers didn’t really fit all that well. It was pretty clear that there was something going on under them, that something being a diaper. I smiled to myself thinking of the shopping that I could do. I settled for a knee length skirt and leggings, again. What can I say? It is an outfit that works. I got into the kitchen and made a bowel of cereal for breakfast. Mum entered shortly after. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Eating Breakfast.” “Why?” “Because I have school. Duh. It is a Thrusday.” “Oh, I was going to call you in sick for the rest of the week. Give it some time to ease off. I know how kids can be.” “Don’t do that Mum. That just lets the rumour mill run un-checked. If I show up today I can come up with a reason. Like a UTI or something to explain it away.” “If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times. You are a very smart little girl. Sorry, young lay.” “Thanks, Mum!” I give her a kiss on the cheek and I grab two bags from the foot of the stairs. One is my books, the other contains my fresh diapers. I am going to have to get used to carrying a diaper bag I hope. I leave the house and start my waddle/walk to the bus stop. School as you can imagine, sucked. The kids were merciless. I got called to the heads office as soon as first period had begun. I had to explain the situation, to him. Yes, I am wearing diapers. No, I don’t know if it is going to be permanent (I hope that it is). Yes, I need a place to put my extras. So, I went on a merry excursion to the nurses office. I handed her the note that the head had written for me. She read it, and said: “You can put your things over there in the empty cubby. If you need any help I will be at my desk. Please don’t hesitate to ask if you need it, I am a trained professional.” I thanked her and I said that I would if I needed. After lunch, I went back to her office. Knocking on the door. I heard: “Come in.” So, I did. She did not look surprised to see me, actually she looked rather glad. I think she is really bored. “Need a change?” She asked. I nodded my affirmation. “Need any help?” I was torn, only my Mum had ever helped me and only at night. I took a leap. “Please, that would be great.” “Sure thing, lay down on the table I will take care of everything.” True to her word, she did. It was the fasted, most professional diaper change ever given. I was un-taped, wiped, creamed, powdered and re-taped before you could say “Boo”. She pulled up my leggings, I put down my skirt. Wow. That was fast. “Thank-you Ms….?” “Oh you can call me Abigail, or Gail. It was nice to meet you. Eh-Sling.” “Actually, it is pronounced: Aeeshling.” I am used to having to correct people regarding my name. “Sorry, dear. I will try to remember, I am horrid with names.” “That’s okay. I am too!” We both smile, and exchange knowing looks. The looks that say, I know your name now, but come tomorrow, you will be a familiar blank. School ends and I get home. I am very wet, having opted out of a change I figured I could wait until I got home. I was right, I didn’t leak. I open the door, head upstairs to take care of pressing business. There is a new item of furniture in my room. I new what it was; from the online searching I had done: It was an adult diaper pail, I played dumb. “Mum!” “Yes?” “What is this?” “What is what?” “This can thing in my room!” “That’s your new diaper pail. If you are going to be wearing diapers for a while, I thought it would be a good idea, cuts down on odour.” I am so excited! I have an adult diaper pail! Must not sound too pleased. I answer in a monotone: “Oh, alright then. I guess that makes sense.” Days turn into weeks. I have just seen the shrink for the first time. Straight off I asked him: “Is everything I say confidential between you and me? Or do you have to tell my Mum?” He replies: “Whatever you choose to tell me stays in this room, provided that it is not against the law, nor does harm to yourself or others.” Having heard that. I spill. I tell him everything. How I have always wanted diapers, how I got my first diapers, how I kept them. How I got them in the daytime. How I am going to keep them in the daytime. Exhausted, I finish my tale. “That is some story Ais, from what you have just told me it looks to me like your mental wellbeing has been fixated upon diapers for so long they are an emotional need for you. You need diapers. Maybe not physically, but mentally to help you cope. We will keep talking. This has been a very, very informative first session.” “Thank-you Doctor.” “If it makes you feel any more comfortable please call me Ben” “Thank-you Ben.” “You are welcome Ais.” I leave his office ten thousand pounds lighter. As expected the Urologist and Proctologist found no physical reason to explain my developing incontinence. I was therefore referred to a Neurologist, just to rule out anything really nasty, MS for instance. That was a waste of NHS funds, nothing there. My sessions with Ben have been going very well. Also on the plus side I have continued to wear and use diapers for the last several months. I now know that this is the life for me. Weeks turn into months, and months turn into years. I have been meeting with Ben every week for the past 5 years. Diapered full-time the whole time. My Mum has since adjusted, her daughter needs diapers. I finally have an adult sized change table in my room. This is my last session with Ben, never once has he recriminated me for the diapers. Leaks on his furniture, bad smells in his air. It doesn’t seem to faze him. I love him for that. After the first several months he made the official recommendation that I remain diapered at all times, it was clear it was what made me happy. My Mum noticed a change in me, my friends at school noticed a change in me. I finally felt like who I was meant to be. But it was time to move on to greener pastures. I was moving out, moving up. Actually West. A long ways West. Canada West. There was an opining for a nurse in a public (In the colonies they say private) school. Having finished by degrees early, I was now a fully qualified nurse practitioner (not needing a bathroom has some advantages), I accepted the position. My Mum was sad to see me go, ever the traditionalist, she held a living wake for me. It was eerie, all the sadness, and the black. I am a single flight away woman! So, I went. I took the job started to set down roots. And that is where you met me. “Hi! My name is Aisling, my friends call me Ais. I am 27 years old. This is my first support group meeting. Like you all I am incontinent…” The meeting ended, and we all broke down our chairs and stacked them up. It was a real treat to see this many adults in one room wearing diapers. The girl who was sitting next to me walks up and says. “Hi, I am Emily. I just want to say, thanks for being brave enough to come out and meet up. It is not many people our age who are comfortable enough with themselves to sit with a group of strangers and say ‘My name is (blank) and I wear diapers’. Kudos to you for your courage.” I smile at her, and reply. “Well, it has been an interesting couple of weeks for me let me tell you, new flat, new city, new country, and most important of all new places to source diapers. I have been having a hard time finding a store with any kind of selection. Do you have any tips?” “What do you mean?” “Well Tena pads and underwear are fine for some, but I need- how do I put this delicately- more substantial protection.” I give her my best knowing look. “Oh…Ohhhh…Ohhhhh! I see what you mean. Most of us just have minor leakage issues, but if I am picking up what you are putting down, you have no control at all.” “That’s it exactly!” “Well I know of one store that might help you. It is not too far of a drive, only a couple of hundred klicks away, just in Waterloo.” She said that like it was nothing. A couple of hundred Kms? That was a long way to an Irish Lass. I said as much. “That is a really long way away!” “No, that’s nothing. I grew up in British Columbia and I drive back every summer. That is a long way 3000 Kms.” I looked at her aghast. 3000 Kms? Holy Moley. So, I trotted out an old Irish saying. “To the Canadians, a hundred years is a long, long time. To the Irish, a hundred kilometres is a long, long way”. I looked at her and smiled sweetly. “See it is all a matter of perspective.” “Smart-ass.” “Diapered ass, actually.” We both laugh at that. I feel myself wet. I am nearing capacity. I must have had a look of distraction on my face because Emily said to me. “Looking for a place to change?” I couldn’t lie, I was done with that. “Yes”. “Come on, my place isn’t far. I take it you have your diaper bag?” “Yes, always” in this new country it was my only friend. Besides Fetlife, and Facebook. “Good, my needs aren’t quiet as severe as yours, I make do with pull-ups. I don’t think that they would cut it for you as a loan” “Really? I couldn’t stand them when I was using those. Always leaking, not substantial enough for my tastes”. “Oh?” “Yeah, but I was out of pull-ups at 15 so my views may be a little foggy with time. I am sure they make them better now.” We walked in as much silence as two diapered women can. Arriving at her flat she let me in. It was immediate, I felt my diaper begin to leak. “Shit, and Bugger, and DamnitalltoHell!” “What’s wrong Aisling?” “I am leaking” “Oh, don’t worry about that, come on, I’ll show you my sanctum sanctorum.” I followed her, walking as gingerly as I could. I felt the wetness trickle down my leg. She opened a door, and revealed a loo. Or at least it looked like one. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that it lacked one key feature common to most loos. There was no toilet. I guess this was her bathroom. She motioned to the change table and closed the door behind her. I undid my now wet trousers and tossed them aside to get stuffed into the wet bag later. My diaper was toast. I mean saturated. Having worn them for so long I hardly notice wettings. I am aware that I am peeing only when I let out an involuntary dribble into a fresh diaper, or when I feel my diaper warm. But I leak constantly, so my diaper is always damp and warm, and therefore I seldom notice. Thanks, be to God I was not messy, I barely notice those either, only when I sit in it or feel it squish do I know for certain. I wear diaper covers to help partially mask the odours associated with that aspect of my incontinence. That overly enthusiastic clerk all those years ago, was right. They helped keep what I did in my diapers a secret between me and them, for the most part. I would have hated to stink up her place on my first time here. I begun wiping up the urine soaked lotion and powder that coated my diaper area. I move next to my bum, making sure it is clean. After being in diapers for the last 12 years I am accustomed to diaper rashes. They come with the territory. But I do everything I can to avoid them. I finish cleaning myself and begin to prepare my new diaper, still sitting on my old one. I can no longer not be in or at least on a diaper. I have learned from experience to keep tape in my diaper bag to give the tapes an ‘assist” (use a hockey term, why not I am in Canada now Eh.). I unfold my fresh diaper and place it under me, only then moving off the used one. I am never not protected. Like I said, I leak constantly. I grab the Vaseline and begin to spread it all over the required areas. I next take the powder and puff it where it needs to go. Taking a wipe, I clean my hands. I tape myself in to my new, clean, dry private toilet for the next couple of hours. I dig out my spare trousers, pull them up and I am good to go! The crotch of my pants bulges a bit. Not too noticeable unless you were staring at it. I don’t really care if my crotch bulges a bit or you do stare. I am wearing a diaper, I need them. What is your hang-up, why you perving out on me? I leave her bathroom, and I see her relaxing on the couch. I sit down next to her. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all. I welcome it” “Thanks” “Pleasure” We sit in silence for some time, not an awkward silence, but the kind where there is nothing that needs to be said. She breaks it. “So…you said substantial protection, how substantial? I mean, are you aware?” I am a little taken aback by the directness of her query, but I was warned that people in North American are just that direct. I do her the courtesy of a direct answer. “Do you want the short or the long answer?” “Let’s start short, and maybe go long.” “Short Answer: Very substantial, I am completely unaware or either function.” To illustrate my point I stand up and un-button my trousers to show her my diaper, it is already a little wet I can see. I pull them back up. She notices the bulge. “Oh. My. God! You can totally tell, you are wearing a diaper! Aren’t you a little embarrassed that someone will say something? “Not really, I mean if they do, they are perving out on me by staring at my kitty. It just so happens that it is covered by a diaper. They are gross for doing it, if I notice them staring I will say so.” “Okay, well you are brave. Most people are embarrassed by their need for diapers, me included, and I only wear pullups during the day! You just changed, right? It looked to me like your diaper was already damp, am I wrong?” I give it an experimental poke. Affirmative, wet and getting wetter as per the norm. Unconsciously I check the rear for mess. None yet. “Did you just check yourself for wetness?” “Yes, and in case you were wondering, no surprise poops either.” “Wow, you really weren’t kidding about the needing substantial protection.” “No. No I was not.” “Let me get you a glass of something. Whiskey, was it? I want to hear the long version now.” As I sit thinking about how I am going to tell it, she returns with my tumbler. I decide to go for it, tell her the truth. “Okay, but promise not to judge.” “I’ll do my best.” “I first really remember wanting to wear diapers again at age 9. I mean let’s face it, who among us really remember their formative years. You might get the occasional glimpse of a memory from your younger years, but for all intents and purposes you are remembering the stories people have told you about you. You don’t really remember your young childhood. I remember it was rainy, I was watching the T.V. I don’t recall what. What I do recall is that a commercial came on for adult incontinence pants. I was transfixed. They made diapers for grown-ups!? Where, when how can I get my hands on these. Like I said, I was hooked. It was all I thought about. I mean I was still functioning, I went to school, did my class-work, played with my friends, went to church, etc. ad nauseum. It was always there though, in the back of my mind. I dreamt about it, thought about. I almost asked about it once, but my Mum was busy and I lost my nerve….” We Irish, born storytellers
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  9. I posted this story here a while ago, and having rescued it from the grave I gave it a re-edit and I think made it flow more convincingly. I caution you, not for everybody. Emily’s New World The now familiar “hiss, tick” of the ventilator pushing air into my body is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I don’t really know how long I have been out for this time, in this place time has no meaning to me. I have taken to talking to myself inside my head, narrating my day to keep from going mad. More to the point, the now familiar “hiss, tick” of the ventilator pushing air into my body is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I am trapped in this bed, unable to move, thanks to having been placed me in an incredibly restrictive cast. I am totally immobile; my world view is limited to what portions of the ceiling and what portions of the floor I can see. And I can only see one or the other. It all depends on whether I am turned face up or face down. There are 24 tiles above me, 17 below; I have counted them all many times. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, being trapped here in this room, restrained, ventilated, and controlled. Other times I try to accept my new reality. Sometimes I cry. Not as often as I did in the beginning, but still sometimes I cry. I don’t know how long I have been like this; the days are of indeterminate length. I have seen only one person since I became this way, she tends to me. She checks my trach for signs of infection; she positions the turning frame to keep me from getting bedsores. My caths are drained, my colon flushed, and my feeding tube is opened or closed. That is the extent of my human interaction. She never says a word, never even really looks at me, she does her tasks and she retreats back to the world of the living. I can feel myself getting sleepy again, I guess it is time to go to sleep again. “Hiss, tick” When I dream, and I dream often here. I remember my life before; I had just finished my Bachelors of science degree, with a minor in organic chemistry. I remember walking, seeing the sun, breathing the fresh air (well as fresh as it can be in the city). My wonderful girlfriend, Elizabeth, Liz to me. Who was happy, happy just to be with me, that is all gone now. “Hiss, tick” This morning was different; when I awoke I saw a familiar face! I saw Liz! There was a look of satisfaction on her face that was unusual. She spoke, but not to me. “Is the period of adjustment almost over?” Another voice responded, “Yes, she is ready to go when you are.” And, just like that my life changed. I had so many questions to ask Liz. What had happened to me being chief amongst them. All of a sudden there was a flurry of activity in my room. People came from everywhere it seemed. I heard the buzzing of a saw and I knew I would soon be free, free to feel the air on my body again, free to move. Liz came into my field of view and stroked my cheek she told me, “Don’t worry this is all part of the process”. And the cutting began, slowly I was being cut out of my shell. They did my legs first, then my torso, then my arms, and finally my head. I felt strangely limp without my plaster shell, my head didn’t want to stay up on its own. I felt like a pool of jelly. Liz held my head in her hand and said, “Don’t worry Baby, we are going to get you all sorted out. Right now, how about a bath? You stink” Did I? Did I smell? I suppose I must, having have been in the cast for however long I was. I felt a warm sensation on my feet, I tried to look, but I was so weak, I couldn’t raise my head. I was getting a sponge bath I surmised. All too soon it was over, but I felt refreshed, I felt better. It is amazing how much you appreciate the feeling of freshness, after feeling stale for so long. Liz took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I saw her hand reach forward, she grabbed my chin, and moved my head so I could look into her eyes. I saw a look of hunger there I had never seen, a sort of predatory satisfaction. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone; replaced by a look of tender care so quickly I am unsure if it was there at all. “Hiss, tick” Liz begin to raise the head of my bed, and as she did so, my head dropped back down to my chest. I started to drool. I was now staring directly at my body, “Oh my God!” I thought to myself “I am so useless”. I heard her leave. Had I been breathing on my own I am sure I would have been hyperventilating. Was I going to be left alone again, propped up in a bed drooling a puddle onto my boobs!? Time passed. “Hiss, tick” I hear footsteps approach my bed. “Hey, Baby” It Liz, she was back! I heard another set of footsteps, and an unfamiliar female voice. “Well, Ms. Mason she will be ready for transport within the day, all you have to do is sign the release papers and she is all yours.” What? Release papers? What on earth were they talking about? Liz answered, “Thank-you Doctor, you and your staff have been most accommodating these last years. The final payment will be transferred as discussed.” Payment? Accommodating? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, last years? YEARS!? I have been trapped here for years? No wonder I was so weak. I tried to speak, nothing, not even a whisper of a squeak of a sigh escaped my lips. Now I was really scared. For the first time in a long time, I asked myself what had happened to me? Liz approached my bed again. “Now Baby, I am sure you have questions, and I will answer them as best I can, as soon as I can. But for now, let’s have you just blink, twice for yes and thrice for no, okay? Go on show me you understand.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Of course I understand”. “Good girl! Are you ready to get out of here?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Duh!”. “Okay let’s get you all suited up” What did she mean by that I wonder? I was about to find out. The nurse came in and spoke to Liz. “Well we have the chair, and the brace as you requested, the only question is, are you going to leave her cathed? She will be totally incontinent as per your request, cathing is so much easier, and reduces the risk of infection for her drastically.” “Excellent, I am excited to see her in her new chair and brace. As for the caths remove them. I have arranged for another method of controlling her eliminations.” The nurse responded, “Very well Ms. Mason” and proceeded to walk towards my bed. The nurse didn’t even acknowledge me and she reached between my legs, I was used to it. What I wasn’t used to was the feeling of deflation that occurred within me. I felt a tube slither its way out of my vagina, and go “plop” into the bedpan, then I felt another feeling of deflation from my rear. I guess they were keeping me plugged between flushings. The nurse was out of the room as quickly as she came. I was alone with Liz again. She approached me. “Baby, I am going help to get you ready to leave, in order to do that I have to attach your legs to a pulley here okay? I’ll answer all of your questions in due time.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. What was I going to day put up a fight? I was as limp as a cooked noodle. Plus the sooner I am out of here the better. I felt my legs get spread apart, and then they were hoisted up into the air. They were so small! I guess apparent years of immobility had taken their toll on my once lithe form. My feet looked weird were they always that twisted? I hadn’t seen them for so long. I guess I got so used to seeing only the ceiling and floor. This was all a little much for me. I felt a cool sensation on my vagina, and I smelled baby powder. Was I being put into diapers? The answer was yes. “Okay Baby, so you heard the nurse, you are going to be totally incontinent for a while and since I am going to be your primary caregiver, I have decided to go the diaper method. I feel like this will allow us to get re-acquainted after such a long time. Don’t you? Now your diapers are rather special, they are designed to be hyper-absorbent, so even when you are messy, you don’t have to worry about them, that is my job now understand? I am going to take care of you.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Thank-you so much Liz” “Good girl! I am glad you are being so good about this whole thing” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “You are taking me out of here, nothing to be good about.” I heard the sound of something heavy rolling towards my bed, I yearned to look, but all I succeeded in doing was drooling onto my chest. Liz finally noticed that. “Oh Baby, let’s get that dried up, we don’t want you to get any kind of rash right?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Well that was gross” She mopped up my drool, and repositioned my bed a little lower so my head wasn’t resting on my chest, but rather on my pillow, that was better. I heard another voice, a male one this time. “Alrighty Ms. Mason, here is the brace as ordered, I can now see why it needs to be so restrictive, this poor girl doesn’t have much mobility in her at all eh?” Liz replied, “Yes Dave, as you can see she is quite limp, but that is how it goes with the nature of her injury.” Injury? What? Last time I checked I was fine, I just woke up here one day and here I have stayed. Did something happen to me? Did I get hurt? More questions. I felt a hand on my back sitting me up, and laying me back down against something cold I presume it was the back portion of what Liz had called “MY brace”, it soon began to warm up. Next, I saw what I take to be the upper portion of MY brace get lowered onto my torso via a hoist. It might as well have been a suit of armour, there was almost no skin showing. Next I heard Liz say, “Open your mouth.” I tried, in the end she had to help me with that. I felt something metallic enter my mouth it was a very odd sensation, it pushed my tongue to the bottom of my mouth and seemed to fill me completely. I tried to close my lips, but I felt metal preventing this action as well, the drool began to seep around whatever was protruding from my mouth. Then I heard, “We are going to have to detach her from her ventilator to proceed. On three, one, two, three.” There was a hiss, and a feeling of breathlessness, I was free of the vent, I tried to take my first free breath. Nothing. I was suffocating! Panic swirled in my head. I saw and felt several pairs of hands around my head. Then there was a tremendous pressure and I felt my head and neck get moved. Another hiss, I could breathe again! Or at least be oxygenated by a machine. I guess after years I was ventilator dependant. That was a scary thought. My head was now being held quite stiffly by MY brace. I tried to move my head, which was a waste of effort. If I couldn’t move my head before the brace from a lack of muscle control, what made me think I could move it with a brace? I saw a large bib get placed over my head. A small trickle of drool escaped past whatever was protruding out of my mouth, it landed on my bib. Liz chuckled when she saw this. “Something else we are both going to have to get used to” I felt warmth between my legs and the diaper began to warm and swell, I guess I was peeing. That was a strange sensation, after being so far removed from my bodily functions to feel it trickle and pool around me was quite novel. Liz noticed my distraction. “Something the matter Baby? Does something hurt?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked three times for no “No, just relishing my pee” “Oh well, okay then” She answered, totally unaware of my new experiences. The one called Dave started to speak again, “Ms. Mason we are ready to proceed with the final tightening, if you could just stand over here, thank-you” I felt the brace compress and I was once again rigidly locked within a shell, metal in place of plaster. “Ms. Mason if you could direct your attention to these latches at her sides here, and behind her ears here? These must be opened to allow for baths and changes. As arranged, the brace is a permanent attachment and cannot be removed totally; but these had to be put in place for basic hygiene reasons.” “Thank-you Dave, you may leave us now” “Very good Ms. Mason” Did he say that this brace was permanent? Another question to add to the list. I heard Dave turn and walk out, I strained my eyes to get a glimpse of him, but all I succeeded in doing is looking at the upper portion of the doorframe as he left. I heard another sound, this time of soft rubber wheels on vinyl tile. I saw a monstrosity of a wheel chair enter my limited field of view. Was this for me? It must be. Liz spoke, “Ahhh excellent. Em, this is your new chair. It comes complete with everything. Tilt in space, portable ventilator, attendant control, arm and foot rests. The works. This is the top of the line model for you my dearest one. Do you like it?” I didn’t know how to respond, she came into my field of view. “Well?” I was unsure how to proceed “You know Em when someone asks you a question it is polite to respond, I could leave you here for a couple more months, maybe you will appreciate all I have arranged for you then.” Her voice had an edge to it that I had never heard before. This was new, when we were together before she would never have made such an obvious threat, “Hiss, tick” I quickly blinked twice for yes. “Like hell you are, don’t even joke about that”. Her voice resumed its normal timbre “I am glad you like it; let’s get you, inside shall we?” I felt a sensation of weightlessness; I was being lifted off of my bed for the first time I assumed in years. There was no dignity though, no feeling of freedom. I felt like a sack of grain. I was unhooked from the sling. I felt the soft padding of the chair against my legs. The tremendous bulk of my diaper kept my legs apart, even had I been able to move them, I doubt that I could have brought them together. She came into my field of view once again, she was holding something they looked like large plastic hands. “These are for you Baby, they will keep your hands from curling up. After being casted for so long your tendons have shortened, these will help. I have some for your feet as well.” She undid the Velcro and placed them on my hands and feet, it was really uncomfortable having her unfold my fists, but when it was over it felt better, and I assume looked better, more natural. “Ready to go home baby?” Liz asked. “Hiss, tick, Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, had I blinked three times I am sure we would have gone anyway, she controlled the wheelchair, I was just along for the ride. A blanket was placed over me. “To protect your dignity dear, we don’t need the whole world seeing your diaper. Which is wet, was that what had you all distracted earlier?” “Hiss tick” I blinked twice, she wasn’t looking at me or at least I couldn’t see her looking at me. I guess it was a rhetorical question. “But yes that was what had me distracted Liz” We were off, it was strange to leave the room I had occupied for so long, and it was nice to get a change of scenery. Down the corridors we went and into an elevator. It was a short ride down to the garage. We left the elevator and came upon a large van, you know like the kind for moving cargo. Liz positioned me at the rear of the vehicle. She went around the side of the vehicle and the back opened, a lift emerged. She wheeled me onto the ramp and into the van. She secured the chair and got into the driver’s seat. “Oops almost forgot” she said “We can’t ruin the surprise can we?” A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Dammit! I was really looking forward to seeing outside. I tried to make my displeasure known, but nothing not even a sound. I heard the van start up and move. I don’t know how long we drove for. I wet again, the diaper warmed and swelled. Liz was silent, and I did what I do best, I zoned out by listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “We’re home baby!” That phrase brought me back to reality, where is home for me now? The blindfold was removed and I was eager to see where we were. It was a garage, yippee. Liz got out of the vehicle and removed me. We went through a large door, large enough to easily accommodate MY chair. My chair? No, the chair. Also it was not my vent it was the vent. Just as they weren’t MY diapers they were the diapers I couldn’t get into the habit of calling them mine; I would not need them forever. Recovery was just around the bend. Liz started to talk to me. “Okay Em, I am going to give you the grand tour and then I will answer your questions okay?” It wasn’t really a request, more like a statement of fact, I just blinked twice. “Hiss, tick” “Goody!” I heard her clap her hands. “So where to start? This house has been totally adapted to your needs so there is no place you can’t go. Although it’s not like you will be going anywhere around here without me steering you there. This is the main room, where we will be spending the majority of our time together.” She wheeled me around “Next is the bathroom, pretty standard, except for the shower, that is specially designed with your needs in mind. Here is our room, as you can see it adjoins the bathroom.” I got a good look at the bedroom, looked pretty comfy, and then I saw it, another hospital bed. I sighed to myself. Liz continued, heedless to my disappointment. “This is the kitchen, where I will be preparing our food. And finally here is the storage space, plenty of room for whatever.” I noticed that there were bags upon bags of diapers, tubes, I.V. stands, another ventilator everything that was needed for my care it seemed. “Okay Emily, question time. I am sure you are anxious to know what happened to you?” “Hiss, tick; hiss, tick; hiss, tick; hiss, tick” I blinked so many times I thought I would never stop. “Well here is the short version, as you well know I have a nurturing streak in my nature. We explored that a bit during our play, you being my Baby me being your Mommy, or you being a wounded soldier and I your nurse. Well I decided to take it a little further than I am sure you would have been comfortable with. You know my family has money right? Well there was a break-in gone bad and they were all gunned down. I was in Europe with you when that happened, let me tell you I was devastated.” She winked at me. “That left me the sole heir to all the money.” I remembered that, she was a wreck, she barely ate, barely did anything in her grief. Was it all an act? My eyes got wide as the Machiavellian nature of her personality descended onto me. “After the funerals, I told you -if you remember- ‘We need to take a break, I need some time to myself.’ You being the good girl you are obliged me. With that, I was off, I sold many of the assets my family controlled and invested in a private clinic in a country where government oversight can be taken care of with a bribe. I got it all set up, everything I would need to make our little play a more permanent thing. I hired a man to drug and kidnap you, and take you to my clinic. That is that, you remained there being tended to like a plant. That was 2018, it is 2022 now Em. It has been four years, nobody is mourning you now. Of course, I put on a big show, pledging reward money for information on your fate or whereabouts etc. Your parents were so pathetically grateful; they took me into their home, made me feel like family. They are dead by the way. Cancer. I love cesium. With that my plan came to fruition, it has been quite an exercise in patience. That is some of ‘the what has been done, and the all of the why I did it’. Now time for the rest of the ‘what I have done’.” I was openly crying, had I been able to move I am sure I would have been sobbing, my chest heaving with emotion. As it stood tears streamed down my cheeks, the ventilator kept up its steady “hiss, tick”. “Oh, Baby don’t cry for them, they have been gone from this earth for years now. Fresh as the pain is to you, it will pass.” I looked at her as best I could, with what I hoped was hatred. She noticed. “Hey! Now none of that Miss oh-so-young-and needy. I can make your life very uncomfortable should I choose. You are comfortable only by my say so, got it?” That tone made my blood run cold, I was dependent upon her for everything, and as much as I hated her I needed her for now. She continued. “After your abduction you were kept sedated and vented for two years straight, which allowed your diaphragm to atrophy, rendering you permanently dependent upon your ventilator. I decided upon the trach mounted ventilator, which gave me so much more leeway for your brace. Also, so much more posh than those ugly cuirass style units. Your vocal chords had to go of course, can’t have you making a fuss every time you need a change. It is up to me where and when or even if you receive one. I had your Achilles tendons removed, after all they aren’t going to be much use to you now. Despite what the nurse mentioned earlier, you will forever be totally incontinent, the constant cathing with balloon Foley’s and rectal plugging have effectively destroyed your urinary and rectal sphincters. I have no intention of ever having you removed from diapers again. That is all. If you think about it, and believe you me, I am sure you will, it could have been so, so much worse.” I was crying openly again, why me, why me, why me? She moved into my range of vision. “Would you like to see yourself? Your new you?” I didn’t respond I was too emotional. I felt a hand on my forehead. Had I been able to I would have flinched away, as it stood I remained motionless. “Not going to answer? Well as you know silence denotes tacit consent, so without further ado.” She wheeled me to a gigantic mirror in the bedroom, and removed the blanket. The sight that greeted my eyes when I dared to open them shocked me. I looked like a freak. The first thing I noticed was the trach, but then I saw the brace. No wonder I couldn’t move! It extended up the back of my neck to the top of my ears. Then there was the mouthpiece, which was the source of my drooling problem. They might as well have given me a metal jaw; there was a top portion that exited the top of my mouth and joined around my ears to the back of my neck and thus the back of the brace. Then there was a lower piece the exited my lower jaw and followed the contours of my chin and jaw perfectly and attached at either side of my neck to the front of the brace. In effect the brace had replaced my neck. Then there was the diaper. It was huge, it ballooned out of the front of me, and I am sure it was the same out the back. Liz saw my eyes get wide. “Like what you see baby?” I blinked my response, one, two, and three “No I do not, why Liz!? Why!? “Hmmm... Well I like it and that is all that matters, you have no say in the matter.” I continued to examine my brace and my body, my arms were so skinny, having seen my legs I expected it somewhat, but not to this extent. I then realised something. I would never walk again, never stand again. I started to cry again, that was all I could do. Liz started talking again somehow sensing why I was crying this time. “Well unlike your legs, your arms are not a totally forgone conclusion, during your “transition”, she used air quotes at that part. I took several physical therapy courses; we are going to work on that. I do still want you to be able to grab things. Who knows in a couple of months you might be able to feed yourself. As it stands the feeding tube is going to stay in for now.” I looked at her with hopeful pleading in my eyes, if she was going to rob me of everything, anything she chose to give back to me was a blessing. “Well I am sure you are tired after today, and you smell like you could use a change, what say we take care of that and get you off to bed okay princess?” Need a change? Then I smelt it, I was messy, when did that happen? What could I do, argue? Like that would get me anywhere. “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. She wheeled me into the bedroom, unhooked the vent, hoisted me out of the chair, lowered me to the bed, and reattached the vent. There I lay; I felt the mess in the diaper press against me. I felt so dirty, but much like the wettings of earlier it was a novel experience. I realised then that it was something I was going to have to get used to, if this was going to be my new reality then I was going to have to adjust. Like I did in the clinic, I have to adjust. “Okay Baby, let’s get you clean, and dry and off to bed.” Liz proceeded to untape the diaper and cleanse my most sensitive area. It had been years since I was touched like that, and to my shame I reacted intensely. I had an orgasm during a diaper change, I was so embarrassed. Liz just kept up the cleaning, after all I was unable to move so the orgasm was really just another fluid exiting my body and entering my diaper. She creamed me and powdered me and taped me back into another diaper, the one I would use for the night. “Sweet dreams baby, see you tomorrow” I blinked twice. I felt myself getting really tired all of a sudden, did she drug me? I realised something then, if this was to be my existence for the rest of my life as Liz’s experiment I had to make the most of it. Take all the good and avoid the bad as much as possible. I felt my diaper swell. That was the last thought I had before I passed out. “Hiss, tick” Three years later (Present day) “Good morning sweetie!” Mommy/Liz chimed, as she did every morning. “Are you ready for a big day?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Yes I most certainly am! Let’s go!” “Okay then, let’s get baby all ready for breakfast.” Liz hoisted me out of my bed, lowered me into my chair, I felt my nightly mess squish against me and the inside of my diaper –I was unfazed by this Liz would take care of it. She unhooked my ventilator, reattached my ventilator, and wheeled me into the kitchen. Due to the restrictions imposed on my body by my brace I was pretty limited in the food selections available to me, not like I was ever given any real choice Mommy knew what was best for me. But because of my good behaviour the last couple of months and the successes I have made with my PT. My brace had been modified to allow me to eat more solid food. I could now open my mouth all by myself, the brace still protruded out of my mouth, covering my teeth like a metal denture but I could do it all by myself! The feeding tube was not gone, I still needed to get my proper nutrition, but at least I got to taste food again. Like plain oatmeal, I love plain oatmeal! Actually that was the only food I got to eat, now that I think about it, but still oatmeal! Yummy! I clumsily spooned the food into my mouth, getting as much on me as in me, but I was proud, I could use my right hand! My left was useless, it wasn’t even my hand. It was a pale plastic imitation, more like a club than a hand. Mommy/Liz was so proud of me, it showed in her eyes, caring and nurturing and full of love. Was that love? Or was that the old predatory, conquering look again? I looked again, nope it was love I am sure of it. “Messy baby, let’s get you all cleaned up” Mommy/Liz took a towel and cleaned my face; she detached the spoon from its Velcro holder on my hand. She removed my soiled bib, and did not place a new one around my neck leaving my brace in full view. That was unusual, is something special happening today? Mommy/Liz wheeled me back into the bedroom. “Let’s get you ready for your shower okay baby?” Not like it was really a question directed towards me, it would happen whether I wanted it or not. Like everything in my life it happened at the whim of Liz. Liz that fucking bitch, I had a moment of dreadful clarity as she was hoisting me onto the shower gurney. Fuck her! She did this to us! Fucking bitch! I feel a cold breeze as my diaper is removed. No! No! No! Bad Em! Don’t think like that, Mommy is good to us, she takes care of us, and she loves us. No she doesn’t love us! We are her experiment, look what she has done to us! Mommy loves us! She feeds us, changes us, and keeps us warm and safe. My reverie was interrupted by a jet of icy cold water on my head. Apparently Mommy/Liz had been talking to us and we ignored her, which is a big mistake on our part. That is how we lose things, like how we lost our left hand. “Are you listening to me Baby!?” The tone of her voice snaps us back to reality, it is a danger tone. I have no idea what she was talking about, but to not answer is the most dangerous game of all so. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Of course whatever you say” She smiles “I am so glad you see it that way baby, me too” What did I just agree to? Uncertainly fills my heart. The water is warmed up and Mommy/Liz begins washing us. As much as we hate/love her, this feels so good. I relax as much as my brace allows me to. Mommy/Liz soaps me and scrubs me, paying close attention to the delicate skin under my brace, and the sensitive skin of my diaper area. Soon, too soon the weekly shower is concluded. Mommy/Liz dries us off, and closes up our brace and I am hoisted back over to the bed. This is the next best part of my day, the application of a fresh diaper, especially after shower day. I feel fresh for much longer. Mommy/Liz creams me, powders me, and seals me into my new toilet for the morning. Then she is gone, leaving me there lying on the bed, I can’t move. Not an unusual situation for me, I fall into old habits and zone out, listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “Do you like it Baby?” Mommy/Liz asks. “I had it made special for you, it is so we can out together, just like we used to.” What is she talking about? Then I see it. It is a piece of clothing. For me? Really? I never get to wear clothing. It is always just my diaper, my brace and my bib. Maybe a blanket if it is cold. An actual piece of clothing for me? I feel tears in my eyes. I love it Mommy! I want to say, but instead, “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. She looks genuinely happy that I like it. It was one of the rare instances where a question was actually directed at me, and not a foregone conclusion posed as a question. “Well let’s get it into you. We’re going for a walk.” What!? Did I hear her right? No, it’s impossible she is taking me outside? Really! I am overwhelmed with joy. I haven’t seen the sky in years, or felt the breeze, or seen anything alive other than Mommy/Liz. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Today rocks! Clothes, and a walk? Fucking A1!” She hoists me up, and places the specially designed dress on me. I feel so pretty. My diaper swells, I am peeing. I pay it no mind, it is doing its job. And just like that I am dressed. Mommy/Liz lowers me back into my chair. The only thing that ruins the moment is that as soon as I am down into my chair, I see a new bib get lowered over my head. “Do you want to see yourself Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice “Yes please Mommy” She wheels me over to the mirror, which when I first saw myself all those months ago I hated it, not that I like it now, but I am used to my reflection. I see myself, my brace is still the most noticeable thing about me, other than my trach and my chair. Next is my diaper. At least to me that is what I see first. But I do my best to ignore all that. I am so pretty! The dress is perfect, you can still see my diaper, and the bib covers the majority of the dress but I don’t care about that. I feel beautiful and special. Just like that, I am dressed. “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Lets go already” Two years ago “Hiss, tick” it is the only sound I make, it is not even made by me, but by a machine that I am attached to. I rely on a machine to breathe for me. “Hiss, tick” I hate that noise. Liz enters into my field of view. “Are you ready for your PT dear?” She tries to sound like she cares, but she doesn’t care about me, she did this to me. Crippled me, made me incontinent. Robbed me of my career, my family, EVERYTHING! I hate her. I blink my answer at her. “Hiss, tick” One, two, and three blinks for a “No I am not ready”. “Really, is that how you want today to be? Really? Are you sure? She is asking me all of these questions, I just stare at her, sullenly, with hate. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I guess someone likes sitting in their wet and stinky diaper. Thems that don’t do their PT don’t get a new diaper today.” That makes me think, I don’t really know if I am dirty, I can’t tell unless I am moved and the air stirs. I know I am wet though, I am going to assume that she knows that state of the diaper better than me. No, we must be steadfast, this is the only defiance I can muster, not doing my PT. “Looks like someone is going to get a punishment if she keeps this up.” What is she on about now? Punishment what more could she do to me, let her come at me. “Do your worst, Whore!” I shout in my head. All that happens is, “Hiss, tick”. “Em! This is your last chance, don’t make me do something you are going to regret.” “Hiss, tick” I continue to stare at her. “Fuck you, bitch” “Fine then, you are getting a punishment. Remember this, I gave you chances.” She leaves my field of view, I sense her beside me, near the ventilator. “Hiss, tick” I feel, funny. “Hiss, tick” Really sleepy. Did she drug me again? That is the last thing I remember. “Hiss, tick”. “Good morning!” I hear her voice though the fog. “Have a good sleepy?” I come to, nothing feels different, was that it? Was that the punishment, that’s it? All of those threats for what? A nap? I feel as empowered as I can feel in my situation. “I hope you won’t make me do something like that again, it hurts me to do those things to you.” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes you stupid whore, you made me have a nap, so what? The more I sleep the closer I am to death and freedom, fuck yourself.” “Really you know?” She walks into my limited field of vision “Really, because I think you think all I made you do is sleep. But really, I did so much more, for instance how long have you really been asleep this time? Remember when I first brought you home I told you ‘it could have be so much worse’ well, I made it a little worse. Do you want to know how?” “Hiss, tick” I blink slowly once, twice. I am beginning to feel fear, what did she do to me this time? “Let’s go over to the mirror Baby, and take a good look at ourselves.” She walked behind me, and wheeled me to the mirror, the mirror that I hate, and the reflection that I hate. “See anything different? Anything missing?” I look, and I look, I feel my diaper swell. Same brace, same vent, same diaper, same chair, no nothing out of my new ordinary. But then I see her motion to her left hand, I look at mine in the mirror. I have always been a lefty, heck it was the one we were focused on during my PT I could even move it, I try. It doesn’t move, it is there I can feel it, I try again. It still doesn’t move. I look at Liz, she looks sad. I look back at my left hand, closer this time, there is something off about it. It is shiny, glossy, FAKE! Oh my GOD!! She took my HAND! My fucking HAND! That was my writing hand, I was practicing so we could communicate. FUCK! I look at her. “Hiss, tick” The tears are streaming steadily onto my cheeks. She looks back at me steadily. “You gave me no choice Baby, I gave you fair warning, that is the punishment you get.” Her tone is monotonous, almost robotic, the look of sadness still in her eyes. “I told you it hurts Mommy to do things like this to you. Maybe now you will be a good Baby, and do your PT like you are supposed to. Now let’s get you to bed you have had a rough day, and you smell like you need a change. Present day “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Let’s go already” I don’t remember being this excited, I am going outside. Mommy/Liz opens the front door. I feel sunlight on my face, I open my eyes. It is so bright! Hs it always been so bright outside!? I close them again, I slowly open them. We lived out in the country? How could I have not noticed? Then again I am always inside. Would that I could breathe on my own I would have gasped, and sighed and gasped again in contentment and wonder. As it was I had to make do with the “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. “Oh my goodness, Baby, let’s get a hat on your head and sunglasses on your face!” I feel a hat go on my head, and I see sunglasses on the approach. I will admit, I actually appreciate the shades. After years of being in darkness, and semi-darkness, the un-filtered sunlight was a little much for my eyes. “Is that better Baby” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I am not sure if it was an actual question, or one of the foregone conclusion questions that are directed my way. But experience has taught me, and today’s little reminder reinforced it. Always answer, always. Whether she is looking or not. She is wheeling me down the walk, past the fence, and onto the lane. It is so pretty, I can hear birds, the crunch of dirt beneath the wheels of my chair. I see trees. I don’t think I have been this happy in a long time. I could die right now and be content. Maybe life isn’t so bad after all? Mommy/Liz hasn’t said a thing to me for a while. It takes all of my strength, but I lift my right hand up off of the rest and let it fall limply to the side of my wheelchair. I feel my diaper swell. Mommy/Liz stops the chair, and I feel her grab my hand. Now is my chance. Fingers I demand that you work! They do! I grab Mommy’s/Liz’s hand with mine. We are holding hands, just like we used to. I am sweating with the effort that it took. I guess that effort made me more than sweaty; I smell poo, and I doubt that it was Liz. I am now sitting in a dirty, wet diaper. After all these years though, I hardly care. I hear Mommy’s/Liz’s breathing change, it sounds like a sob. She lets go of my hand. “Hiss, tick” one, two and three I blink my disagreement. “Why did you let go?” She walks around to the front of my chair, and kneels down to my eye level. This is highly out of the norm. Normally I have to strain my eyes to the top of their field to make eye contact. She has never done this before. “Baby, did you try and hold my hand?” I hear the raw emotion in her voice. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, does mean that you don’t hate me anymore?” I can see tears in the corners of her eyes. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, do you forgive me for what I have done to you?” There is a note in her voice I have never heard before. It sounds like regret and hope. Does she feel bad about what she has done? Does she regret what she did to me? “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” I see her convulse, her shoulders hunch, and her eyes scrunch. And the woman that I loved, and hated, and feared, and love again is crying. No, more than that, releasing. She has been tortured about the things she has done to me. She is so beautiful right now. I feel my diaper swell. She keeps crying, and she comes in and gives me the most passionate kiss on the lips that she is able to manage with my brace. I move my right hand and with all the grace and finesse I have, and stroke her face. My hand falls limply into my lap, exhausted. Now we are both crying. She is sobbing, totally lost in her wave of released emotion. I would be too, but all I get are tears and the steady “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. Mommy gathers herself, “Baby, are you ready to go home now?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes, Mommy” “Let’s go then” Mommy turns my chair around and starts walking back towards our house. “Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy?” “Things are going to be different from now on okay? No more punishments, I promise. No more drug induced sleeps. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It took a great person, the great person I know you now to be to forgive me for what I have done. I love you Emily.” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I feel my diaper swell. “I love you too Mommy” If you wish, you can divorce yourself from me entirely, I will go, I will leave you money enough for the rest of your days, you can hire a professional carer, and I will darken your world no longer. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three I blink my disagreement. What is she crazed? Liz may have done awful things to Emily. But she was not that Liz any longer. and I was not that Emily, at least not anymore. She is Mommy and I am her Baby. “No? You mean you want me to stay?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Really Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Baby? Do you love me?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “I do Mommy, from now to forever I love you” “I love you too my Baby” The End
  10. Alex struggled helplessly in his binds. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. The only question was for whom. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he’d see them, or what they intended to use him for. There were several reasons someone could end up in the institute. A scant few were volunteers- people choosing the submissive lifestyle, often for a kink, or out sheer laziness, giving up freedom to be guaranteed food and shelter rather then work their entire lives and risk homelessness. This, in Alex’s opinion, was a poor trade and a worse excuse for a career. Others seemed to think they eventually be guaranteed a place their anyway, and so volunteered. The advantage there was that they could at least pick the manner of their submissiveness, and have some control over who their eventual master was. Had Alex known that would be necessary for him, he’d have taken that route. He shifted uncomfortably in his binds, his arms getting stiff, and his diaper beginning to chaff his spanked bottom. He definitely would have. Alex, for himself, was one of the many who had been chosen against their will. Some of them had obvious reasons for going. They had committed clear crimes, were put on trial, and plea-bargained out of jail or were sentenced directly. They stood out at first in the first days at the institute. Trying to look tough, with tattoos on their arms and glares on their faces, until they realized this just made them all the more ridiculous. Alex was in a final category- those who had no idea at all why he was brought. He had simply went to bed one night after drinking at a bar, blacked out, and woken up already locked and dressed in the institute, with his form of submissiveness and master chosen for him. Many had similar stories, or were dragged from public places kicking and screaming, or got into cabs that went in completely the wrong directions… There was a long list. They were usually given a explanation. Vague allegations of minor crimes, poor behavior, a likeliness of future crimes or failures, internet search histories, having failed some kind of government test- there were plenty. Alex had a mix of these, with the same accusations of brattiness and immaturity that most who ended up in diapers got. They may be true, he knew, but he tended to believe the rumor that the institute simply needed to sell certain number of submissive to operate and did what was necessary to keep going. The government turned a blind eye and the public kept silent less they be chosen- they were fulfilling a needed service, anyway. For Alex, it was hard to argue. They seemed to know everything about him, and his trove of 'secret' stories about similar kinks was brought up time and time again as a reason. Whether they knew about them when they grabbed him or coincidently found out after searching was beyond him. Alex moaned inwardly thinking of it. The struggled slightly, hearing the tissue paper and his diaper rustle, then stopped. He glanced at the paddle beside him. Tauntingly cute looking, but sharp and painful, he had been given a taste of it earlier and threatened with more if he woke anyone up. He was a Christmas present, and just like any other gift supposedly from Santa Clause, he would not be seen until morning. Waking them up would spoil the surprise, and he had been trained to obey. That training itself had been a nightmare. When he first woke up that day long ago, he had no idea what was happening. He had woken up slowly at first, feeling a slight headach, then bolted up when he noticed he was in a strange room surrounded by bars. “No” he had thought, “it can’t be…” IN reality it was obvious- he had long known about the training program, and that the diapered subs were one of options, but like most, he had never thought it would happen to him. When it did, he did everything in his power to deny it to himself. He had quickly glanced down at himself to see he was dressed in bright pink footed pyjamas and a bulky object he later realized was a diaper. He tried to scream out, only to find his mouth full of something he later realized was a pacifier. He tried to remove it, only to find his hands were wrapped in thick, fingerless mittens, leaving them useless. He looked around himself, and confirmed his suspicions. The bars he had once thought were for a cage were in fact part of a crib, and the room was a giant nursery, decorated cutely, with a changing table, high chair, and toys all clearly intended for him. A pit had begun to form in his stomach. A woman, not much older then Alex, came in beaming. He still remembered the first words she said. “Hello, how’s my little baby doing?” She spoke in a sweet, familiar voice, as if he truly was a baby girl and there was nothing strange at all with him being there. The rest of the day had followed suit. He was offered no explanation and given no chance to ask for one. He was carted helplessly from humiliation to humiliation, unable to get out of the arms, baby harnesses and strollers that held him, and unable to speak with the pacifier in his mouth, only leaving it for feedings. That day he wasn’t even treated as a sub, but simply as a baby. Spankings or other punishments weren’t necessary yet- he was too restrained and bewildered to fight, he was simply there to learn his place. He was fed, talked to in baby gibberish or simply ignored, and changed. THAT was a memory that had stuck with him, not because of the teasing or punishment, but because of the lack there of. “Do you smell something?” one has said calmly. “I think the baby has a stinky butt” the other replied with no sign of surprise. “Check him?” Alex was bent over, his onesie undone. “Yep,” then, in the high pitched joking voice used for infants, “has the baby made a stinky? Does she need to get her butt changed? YES SHE HAS! YES SHE DOES!” The lack of mocking and teasing had made it seem all the worse, as if it was something natural that should be expected. The truth was, as he would learn, it soon would be. As Alex was lain on the floor in a main hallway and changed as the pair in front of him talked on as if nothing was wrong, he had even begun to wonder if he really was a baby, and the last few decades of his life were some bizarre dream. It seemed a better option then being a submissive. The real training had started the next day. Alex shifted again, and tried to pull his arms at least a bit loose. This position was far from comfortable, and his back was getting sore. He wondered what it said about his new masters that he was to be found this way. Did they know how uncomfortable it was? Did they want him to be sore? An answer either yes or no could mean a lot. Of course, the fact that he was chosen as a sissy baby said a lot as it was. There was something of an unspoken hierarchy at the training institute. It depended a lot person to person, but their were some general rules that could be said depended on the harshness, or embarrassment, related to the job. At the top were the merely unstated submissives. They were there to serve, with no real, and as long as they behaved were treated well. After that came the ‘animals,’ either work horses intended to pull their masters around or pet kittens and puppies, they were treated well, if condescendingly. Then came the punishment subs, there to take spankings, be degraded, and tied for their masters pleasure. Underneath them all were the babies. Some could live pretty good lives and be treated well, finding themselves essentially just living to be cuddled and coddled, but that was often not the case. It was hard to feel any sort of pride when all others were baking away from the smell of your diapers. Alex was the lowest from of these. Not just a baby, but a sissy baby and a punishment sub at that. He had become well acquainted with rope and paddles while there, and the diapers and dresses simply added a whole new level of humiliation. Alex pondered slightly. As most had guessed, if that is what his masters wanted, it did not bode well for him. Whoever was paying want him degraded as much ass possible. Most ended up living essentially as their training had done. Some, however, were lucky. They were punished and trained to a low level then brought to their masters as if being rescued, receiving love and affection, and forming a strange form of bond from the knowledge of what they were being kept from. Others got the exact opposite. Even within the categories, the harshness, strictness and length of training varied. Some masters wanted subs with fight left in them that they could spank out over time. Others would switch their subs theme upon arriving, leaving the poor, bewildered submissive confused and having to go through training again. The ones that Alex pitied the most were, ironically, barely even punished at training. Their masters wanted the opposite idea then the rest received. They were praised, given freedoms, and given rewards to build up a sense of pride that the masters could have fun breaking. They were often even given authority over the other submissives, who were told to keep mum about the poor fools fates. Sometimes they’d come back with their masters later, tears streaming down their faces, their pride shattered, their delusions gone as they were laughed at by the ones they had looked down on. Alex himself had been spanked by a few confused submissives only to later see them crawling around In diapers themselves, now bigger bawling babies then anyone, their pride making the fall all the worse. Somehow they never seemed to learn until it was too late. Alex groaned at the binds and his stiff muscles. He was beginning to feel hungry again. How long had he been there? He would have thought it was only one night, but there were no windows, and it felt like a lot longer. He prayed his masters were in the kindest category, hoping for him to see them as some kind of saviors, but he craved being untied whether or not they were. It was more likely that he was meant to be the baby he was dressed as anyway. This could still mean different things, as rumors always came back about what the babies got in the outside world. Some were treated merely as that, infants for their ‘parents’ to take care of, nothing more. Some existed for humiliation, spending long nights tied in messy diapers and over laps getting spanked in public. Some were there to work and please their masters, their clothing adding a form of mocking comedy to otherwise adult tasks. Some lived for pleasure, receiving toys and other benefits, others were deliberately denied it, being brought close to it then returned to whine and moan in their diapers. Some lived to train people to take care of real babies, used for diaper changing demonstrations, some were mascots for small sports teams and organizations or public draws to restaurants and game rooms. Others still were even given to younger people, treated as playthings, live in dolls for the amusement of children. Most did not know what it was going to be until they got there. He shuddered at the thought, and prayed it was one of the better ones. He tried to think of the cruelty of someone who would subject him to it. Could he really blame them though? He had, after all, written all those stories... but those were fiction, not reality... was there a difference? Yet there he was, an adult, diapered, sissified... The training varied from person to person, but for babies there were some general themes. The life in a nursery, the wearing diapers, and being given toys were all common. Most were fed, and most were taught to use their diapers. Some were deliberately made incontinent, being given pills and hypnosis to render them diaper dependent. Alex avoided this, though you never would tell from watching him. A messy diaper around his waist was a common theme in his life. Like all babies, he slept in a crib, and was taken care of like a baby in his ‘home.’ This home was the residence while he stayed in the institute. As usual, he was the only baby there. The other themes were represented similarly, there were pets, work animals, slaves, sissies, and other kinds of submissives, but rarely more than one or two of each at a time. There were also groups of non submissives who went in and out of living there like a hostel, and more still that came by and paid to gawk and laugh. They usually paid to see due to their own sadistic kinks or schadenfreude, and the fact that they beleived the people there had earned their punishment made them all the more vicious in their laughing and teasing. This was for a serious, if subtle reason. If the submissive felt rare, and they were constantly faced with a new group of people, it kept the helplessness and embarrassment of their situation fresh. As had been explained to Alex, the reason a sissy male was embarrassed to be in a dress was because men didn’t wear dresses. If Alex had spent his life surrounded by other sissy babies, eventually it wouldn’t seem to be strange at all. From the ‘homes,’ the submissive would be taken daily to training, this time along with the similarly dressed brethren. As a sissy baby, Alex would join a long and often smelly line of grown adults in diapers, feeling absolutely ridiculous as they were paraded, all holding a rope like children, toward class. Once there, they were trained as a group, with variations for their individual master’s desires. They would be given kindergarten like classes on basic subjects to reduce them and bring their thinking to that of a babies. Sometimes they’d deliberately be given fake information, being forced to learn math wrong or memorize a made up alphabet. They’d then be tested on it, and have their place hammered home when they failed tests seemingly made for children. From there it was more kink related training. They’d be taught to be submissive, with a long list of humiliating and painful punishments, from spankings and being tied up, to more childish such as time outs and mouth soaping’s. They were trained to behave as their masters wanted, forced to crawl around, play with children’s toys, and mess their diapers. They were even trained to act up from time to time, practicing throwing tantrums or acting as brats. Some were slowly rendered incontinent, some were given potty training which was deliberately made impossible, then told they were in diapers because they failed, and others were simply ignored until they messed themselves, and at times kept in them until they were used to the feeling. Whatever a master wanted, he could get, and the trainers bet their careers on making it happen. Alex wasn't given a chance. There was no effort to untrain or to pretend to train. This, he figured, meant whoever he was going to meet in the morning wanted someone who was able to control their functions, but still used to diapers. Did that mean they intended to some kind of joke potty training routine? Was it meant to be successful, with him finally getting out of the childish undergarments, or not? Would they go the opposite route, subjecting him to hypnosis and bizarre diets? He doubted that one, if they wanted that they could have done it already. There was a chance they'd keep him in diapers but let him use the toilet, or present themselves as the saviors of the degradation he had suffered... It was possible, and he hoped for it, but he had learned not to hope for too much. Something told him that wasn't the case. The most likely was that they'd keep him in some variation of what he had before- continent, but with no way to tell that based on what he wore (or, he thought blushing, he smelled like), giving them control over when it happened and whether or not he'd be punished... he shuddered. What else could tell him what to expect? So this one is a bit different then my others. I'm sort of experimenting with a different structure. Rather then having a normal narrative or much dialogue, it is a series of settings, with the plot hopefully coming through. That is because it is supposed to be the Alex (myself) remembering what happened to him as he lies in bondage. I figured memories tend to be more like vague snapshots rather then having a lot of details, so I tried to write it like that. If it didn't work, it is basically the story of Alex's will being broken as he waits for his captors. BTW, this goes with this picture: http://swabbs.deviantart.com/art/The-Gift-That-Keeps-On-Giving-Dress-Clean-652281997 by Swabbs, with his permission. Le me know if there is an issue with me posting that there, I will remove it.
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    From the album DLBiker

    You got to love the combination of thick cloth diapers, plastic pants and leather on a DL. Half sissy diaper boy and biker!
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    From the album DLBiker

    You got to love the combination of thick cloth diapers, plastic pants and leather on a DL. Half sissy diaper boy and biker!
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    From the album DLBiker

    You got to love the combination of thick cloth diapers, plastic pants and leather on a DL. Half sissy diaper boy and biker!
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    From the album DLBiker

    You got to love the combination of thick cloth diapers, plastic pants and leather on a DL. Half sissy diaper boy and biker!
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    From the album DLBiker

    You got to love the combination of thick cloth diapers, plastic pants and leather on a DL. Half sissy diaper boy and biker!
  16. Hello everyone, I'm sam and I'm a new babyfur. My fursona is a skunk and I wanna rp with someone. The only social app I have is kik and I message. My kik is diaperboy3825 and my email is ame421914@gmail.com
  17. Hey everyone Im currently looking for a bit of advice when masterbating in diapers, im pretty sure a fair percentage of us diaper lovers do it. Back to the point anyways, I have ran into few medical problems lately, when I have been masterbating or after I have been, I think I have been making the tip of my penis gradully more and more sore, causing me to get thrush. But also on top of that, im guessing its a side effect, I have ran into a problem which has happened to me in the past, but I am not a hundred percentent sure if it was masterbating in diapers that caused it this time or last time. The problem other than the thrush is that pretty much most of the time everyday I have a wet/tingly feeling at the tip of my penis, it constantly feels like I need to pee even though my bladder is empty and the tip of my penis isnt wet at all. It drives me up the walls and makes me very uncomfortable, espcialy seems to be worse when I sit down. I understand wearing diapers is a nice solution but I can't wear 24/7 in life as I don't feel anywhere nearly comfortable to wear in public and that wouldn't be fun for me at all. I have been to the doctors and I do not have a UTI or any STI/STDs, I am currently not sexualy active with anyone else. He has prescribed a cream called daktarin to use for the thrush which I have to apply for 10 to 17 days. He didn't mention anything about the second problem, although I explained it to him. I'm kinda hoping once iv finshed treatment the second problem will disapper with it. So im wondering if anyone else has ran into either of these problems before or has known someone to experience the same or simlar problems, or if anyone has any advice at all towards helping with either one. I would be massively greatful for any help from our commmunity. Thank you
  18. I'm looking for someone to show their diaper to me via kik. if anyone is interested my kik is diaperboy3825
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    From the album DLBiker

    Some of my earlier photos during my sissy AB days on a visit to Goddess Nicole in St Pete, FL
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    From the album DLBiker

    Some of my earlier photos during my sissy AB days on a visit to Goddess Nicole in St Pete, FL
  21. Hello all I live in wagoner oklahoma and I am looking for fellow abdl friends or fellow babyfur friends. Hoping some day to find a daddy. Feel free to contact me to just chat. My sykpe is tailszelin
  22. **First try at story writing, so I'm open to advice and criticism. Chapter One: Meet Brandon Brandon was a strange kid. Small for an 18 year old, but as happy and confident as could be. He had his own idea of how to get things done and put that into practice at every opportunity that presented itself. Breakfast, for example, was a bland mix of cornflakes, milk and watered down orange juice for his mom most days. Brandon's breakfast on the other hand was more of an adventure- it wasn't so much a sit down meal as a traveling buffet through the backyard of his neighbour's yard as he walked to school. Why waste time sitting down with your meal when you can sleep in and grab an orange off the Henderson's tree as you travel? The Henderson's weren't as happy with his plan, but he'd gotten fast at hopping over the fence they'd put in and was able to get his snack without them noticing most days. If he saw them out there waiting for him he could always go a few houses further and get some pears from another yard just down the street. His walk to school took him from his fruit rich suburb through a busy downtown core where he'd always find fun things to read or see. Often there were posters up for a band or two trying to get some new fans and make a name for themselves. His favourite so far this week was a band called "Dropkicking Murphy" with a picture of the lead signer of the band slamming into the owner of the local pub, Murphy. Other times there were posters with 'psychics', multilevel marketing ads and dating hotlines trying to find new customers to come calling. He always took one of tear-off strips for these - he loved prank calling them and seeing how long he could string them along before they realized he didn't intend to buy anything from them or find other 'singles in his neighbourhood'. His trip today started with a glance at his clock which was blaring loudly as he realized he'd slept in even later than usual. His mom hadn't been there to wake him up as usual as she had just started a new job working as a receptionist at a law firm and she needed to beat the traffic to get there on time. He jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes quickly, slung his backpack over his shoulder and hopped out the door as he got his sneakers on. He didn't have time to get his usual breakfast on his way, and just ran through the street until he got downtown. He'd had back luck with a red light, and just missed getting to the street before cars started crossing the other direction. He looked around in frustration, and decided he might as well just grab some of the tear-aways on the posters nearby while he waited for the lights to turn. There were some weird ones this morning - one for a cult claiming that 'man could indeed live on bread alone' - as long as it was their bread and blessed by their priests. Another one caught his eye for escorts specializing in fetish phone calls and in-person meetups. He thought this one would be gold for prank calling later, and stuffed the phone number into his pocket. The light went green for him, and off he ran - just making it up the stairs of the school, through his classroom door, and to his desk before the bell went off for the first class to begin. His English class started as it usually did. The teacher was up at the board talking about some classical novel Brandon had never read and Brandon was off in his own world doodling figures in his notebook for a comic he'd been writing. After the teacher asking Brandon what he thought about Romeo and Juliet's family situation, Brandon said, "I wish I had a family.." and put his head down. The teacher froze for a second and then decided to ask another student what they thought. His head against his desk, Brandon smirked - that always worked.. He'd never known his dad growing up but he always seemed to be a trump card he could play to get out of trouble. After class, one of his friends Josh came up to him and said, "Nice one dodging that question! Did you see the look on his face? Priceless. I only wish you could use that one on Miss Crabtree next class - we've got that math test she's been going on about for the last month. I'm gonna flunk it for sure." At this, Brandon froze. He'd completely forgotten about that test and didn't have any excuses left that the Crabtree would let him use. He'd gotten out of one at the start of the year by claiming to have a terrible flu and his mom had come to take him home for the day. Having a new job, Brandon didn't think she'd be so keen to believe him and come running unless something was actually wrong. The principal was also starting to be suspicious, so he'd have to actually convince them something was wrong before he'd be able to go. He told his friend he'd meet up with him later, and went to the bathroom to come up with an idea. As he washed his face in the sink he splashed a bit of water on his pants and instantly knew what he could do to get out of it. No one would ever think he was faking it if he wet his pants! He didn't really feel like having his mom know about it though... She'd take him to a doctor, and when she found out nothing was wrong would be furious about being taken away from her new job. He pulled some of the tabs he'd taken off the posters this morning out of his pocket. Maybe one of the bands would have someone desperate enough for cash that they'd pretend to be his mom.. Unfortunately he hadn't had time to get any of those tabs - just ones for that bread cult and for that fetish group he'd been planning on prank calling. There was no way he was calling the bread guys as he didn't want them driving him anywhere. Who knows where he'd end up if he took a car ride with them? That only left one option, and with the bell close to ringing he decided to go for it. At the school's payphone he threw in a quarter and gave them a call. "Hello, Julie here, how can I serve you?", a voice on the phone said, trying to be as provocative as possible. "Well, I've got a weird situation, and need some help. I don't mind paying you for your time, but I need you to pretend to be my mom this morning." The principal might know his mom, but the secretary wouldn't - he was counting on it looking as urgent as possible for him to leave so that he'd be able to slip away before anyone else noticed. "Oh, how interesting, I'd be happy to play your mommy.. Are you wanting to just chat over the phone, or meet me in person?" "In person if you could, I'm at school at the moment but I've wet myself and need to be taken home. I don't want to call my real mom, it's so embarrassing!" This threw Julie for a loop - she'd never had minors as customers, but this sounded pretty easy. As long as she protected her seats it could be a hassle free last customer for the day. She'd worked the night shift, and was hoping to head out anyway. "Sure thing hon. Sherbrook Elementary or Sir Wilfred High? I can be there in about 5 minutes. Just know that it'll be about $50 as long as you don't live too far and don't need me to make you lunch or anything." "Excellent, and it's at Sir Wilfred. My name is Brandon, I'll be at the office when you get here talking to the secretary." "See you soon!" With that done, the bell for the next class went off as he hung up the phone. He needed to act fast, and now that the halls were clear and people were in class he wouldn't be seen by anyone he knew. He grabbed a sweater to put around his waist from his locker, just in case, and went back into the bathroom.
  23. So I'm gonna be trying the marshamllow challenge I'm freezing the Marshmallows now so they should be done soon I just have to hope double Diapering is gonna be enough >.< if you want to know the results just comment I'll try to respond when I can
  24. Amy and the strange nursery Amy watch as the Doctor run around the tardis console pushing buttons or just slamming things, her husband Rory was throwing darts. She was bored! Amy went up to the doctor as he was tiring wires together. 'Doctor where are we going?' The Doctor gave her a smile 'don't know, been playing with the randomiser, we could be anywhere in time and space isn't that fun?' Amy groaned, she decided to play darts when the tardis landed. 'Ok where are we now?' Said Rory walking up The doctor notices some strange readings but Amy just walked out the door, 'Amy wait!' Screamed the doctor but the door slammed behind Amy and the tardis started teleporting. Amy tried to get back in but it disappeared. 'Oh great' said Amy as she started getting cold, 'why do I have to wear a skirt today?' She walked around when she notice a building, she quickly walk towards it and open the door. 'Oh it's so warm' she said as she shut the door, she found a switch which she pressed to light up the room. She found herself in some sort of giant nursery, there were cribs, toys, change tables even adult nappies. Amy saw some pictures on the walls of pictures drawn by babies. Amy chuckled, 'what sort of place is this?' She then went to the change table, it looked big enough to lay on it, probably have my nappy changed..... Amy stop, what was she thinking, she's too old for nappies and she can go to the bathroom just fine. She decided to wait here until the Doctor could get her. She sat on the table waving her legs, she notice a button next to her, Amy know not to press it but she was too curious, beside it won't hurt anyone. Amy pressed the button and the table started to rubble. Amy tried to hop off but two metal arms grab her and pin her down on the table, Amy screamed as more arms started to pull her skirt. "Change time for the baby" it said as Amy saw it took off her skirt. The metal fingers went to the sides as it took her panties off, 'stop it' said Amy but it grab baby powder and powdered her privates, Amy watch as it pulled out a adult diaper, Amy gulp in fear but strangly she was looking forward to this. The arms lift her legs as it slid the nappy under her. As soon as it was taped and fitted snugly around her the arms went away and Amy sat up to look at her nappy. Amy couldn't help but giggle as she poked the plastic. She got off the table and stand wobbly as the nappy were spreading her legs apart. 'Great, I'm diapered and bored' she said, but she notice the toys, it wouldn't hurt to play at least for an hour right? She waddle to the toys, sat on her diaper ass and started playing. She made noises as she played with the stuff toys, she took her jacket off, leaving her in her pink shirt as she crawled towards the blocks, Amy build a tower, getting it as high as she could, when a robot walked in the room. Amy yelped as the robot pick her up, "time for num nuns" it said as it carried Amy towards a adult high chair. It put Amy in, tied a bib around her neck as the robot started feeding her baby food. Amy ate as the food mush around her mouth, 'oh this is soooo good' she moan as the robot continued to feed her. Amy ate and made a mess on her bib and shirt as she greedily gulp the food down. Once he robot was done it took the bib and Amy's shirt off, it then took her bra off, leaving Amy sitting topless on the high chair. The robot took Amy off and place it cold hand down Amy's nappy. "Time for a nappy change" it said as it carried Amy to the table. Amy couldn't help but smiled, she can't denies that she's been looking forward to this. As the robot took her nappy off, it powdered Amy and try to put a clean one on but Amy just waved her legs, laughing as the robot tried to put the nappy on her. The metal arms came back as it held her legs down and the robot taped up the nappy. 'Awww you got me' said Amy, the robot thenulled out a pacifier and put it in her mouth. Amy suckled as the paci is making her tired. The robot carried her to the crib and place her in. Amy slept as the robot left. Amy suck her thumb as her diaper began to expand, a horrible smell arose as Amy mess her nappy. Once Amy woke up, she feels the back of her nappy as the poop mush against her ass. 'Strange I didn't need to go! She said as she got on her knees, her head above the rails. 'Hello! I need a nappy change!' Arms from the table started to extend as it pick Amy up, it laid Amy on the table and started changing her messy diaper. Amy started blowing spit bubbles out of boredom as the machine wiped her ass. Amy watch as the arms put her messy nappy in the bin and powdered her privates. It then taped a new clean nappy around her waist as it put Amy on the floor. Amy looked around the nursery, sure she like being pampered this way but she needs to find Rory and the Doctor, she got up and waddle towards to door, she tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. 'Childlock?' Said Amy 'ok it's been fun but I really need to leave' she shook the door, she bang on the door until the robot came back. It lifted Amy up by the armpits and held her, "warning, baby should not bang on the door" it said 'Buzz off tin can, I am not a baby!' Amy tried to get off but the robot won't let go, Amy started hitting it but hurt her hand. "Baby is being nitty, baby must be punished" it said as it went to a chair, it sat down as it laid Amy on its lap. Amy felt scared as she felt her nappy ripped off, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Amy struggled until the robot started smacking her ass. 'Owwwww!' Moan Amy as the metal spankings continued, 'please stop! I'm not a baby! I'm a grown women!' The robot continued, Amy started to cry like a baby as she thrashed around, shaking her arms and legs as the robot continued to smack her sore ass. When the spanking stop the robot lift Amy up, Amy still crying like a baby, started to suck her thumb as the robot carried her to the table as it placed a new nappy on her. Amy sobbed as the robot bridal carry her and started rocking her. Then the robot pulled out a bottle of milk, Amy tried to fight but the bottle was force into her mouth. Amy started drinking the milk. Amy drank until the bottle was empty, the robot put her over its shoulder and pat her back, making Amy let out a big burp, milk dribble down her mouth. Thrombotic wiped her mouth and place her on the ground, then it went through a door and disappeared. Amy started pulling at the nappy, but she can't take it off. 'Where are you doctor?' She said as she gave up and sit cross leg on the ground. Amy got up and walk to the robot door, she try to find a switch or something but it won't open. Amy then got an idea. She pulled out her messy nappy out of the bin and gagged as she went to the door. 'Did I really made this much of a mess?' Said Amy as she threw the nappy away, causing the robot to come out to clean it, leaving Amy to quickly go through the door. She ran but she fell, so instead she started drawing as fast as she could. She crawl into a room where she saw cameras of her in the nursery, 'Woah this is creepy' she said but the robot found her. Amy tried to run but the robot grab her, "baby will be punished now" 'No please' screamed Amy as she struggled until the robot deactivated. Amy started as the doctor and Rory came running in. 'Amy thank goodness, I see you found the vexones nursery, shouldn't go in there by the way' said the doctor as she notice Amy's nudity and cover his eyes. 'Amy are you all right?' Asked Rory 'Do I look all right?' Said Amy pointing at the nappy 'I've been treated like a baby for hours!' 'Yeah the vexones is the galaxy's nursery pros, they make a nursery for anyone' said the doctor, when Rory gave Amy his jacket to cover her breast the doctor removed his hand 'ok long story, the tar dis was forcefully being taken with us in it. We escaped, defeat the vexones and save you, now let's go before this planet blows up' the doctor started running with the ponds behind him to the tardis. As they escape and the planet exploded the doctor decide to take them to Vegas, Amy went to her room to change. As she put her bra and shirt on and about to remove the nappy, she remembers how good it feels around her waist, she pulled her pants over the nappy, deciding that she could wear for a few more hours. The end
  25. Hey, I'm trying to find my diapergirl. I'm an average looking guy with a good personality so I don't have a problem getting girls. However, I am tired of having normal relationships that I have to hide my fetish from for so long before we develop a deep enough relationship to share this stuff, and even then they're just pandering to my fantasies. I want a girl who is already into diapers then we can build a relationship and already share a deep secret we both have. For this post I'm really just brainstorming on my wants and desires so if your a girl that is into something like this send me a message or post here. If you just want to give advice on how to find someone that would be good to I am totally in the dark on where all the diapergirls in the world are hiding. Thanks for reading and stay kinky!